Lan Yutang jumped down from the top of the fir, like a phoenix with its wings fluttering down and playing, falling in the rain curtain like falling flocculents.

He shook the hem of his dark blue robe, walked through the heavy rain curtain, stepped on the stagnant water all over the ground, walked from the depths of the dead forest, and walked straight to Jing Zhaomei.

Although the rain was pouring like a downpour, the momentum was like the collapse of Mount Tai, and although Lan Yutang's martial arts had reached the point of being superb, he did not gather the true power of his body to form a strong barrier around his body to stop the invasion of those heavy rains falling from the sky.

He walked over to Jing Zhaomei, let the raging rain pour down on his head, beat on his collar blue shirt, wet his hair, wet his face.

Seeing Lan Yutang's sudden appearance, Jing Zhaomei first showed a look of surprise, like a frightened eagle vulture, suddenly shrinking its feathers, gathering endless murderous aura.

In mid-air, in the dark forest of death, a thunderbolt suddenly slashed through.

Jing Zhaomei used the afterglow of lightning to see the face that was getting closer and closer, and after getting closer and closer, those nerves that were as tight as a taut wire gradually relaxed, as if seeing the legendary respected and admired elders, as if seeing a sincere friend.

Looking at Lan Yutang, who was still lazy in front of him, Jing Zhaomei suddenly smiled, sandwiched the green silk silver qin between his right ribs, looked at him, and said slowly: You ...... There you are?

Lan Yutang didn't speak, just looked at him, looked at him, like a loving father looking at his naughty child, like a strict teacher looking at his naughty student.

The wind brought up by the rain as it fell to the ground blew his soaked blue shirt slightly, wrinkled his blue shirt with a collar, and also wrinkled his brow.

His brow, which had been lazy and free, suddenly tightened, and then, without warning, he struck.

A slap was thrown heavily on Jing Zhaomei's left cheek, and his face, which was as pink as a big girl, immediately left five distinct red marks, making him stagger.

Jing Zhaomei stumbled several times, stumbled, and almost fell to the ground, with a crisp sound, the green silk silver qin sandwiched under the right rib fell to the ground.

Jing Zhaomei was stunned for a moment, leaning against a huge Leng Feng tree, panting heavily, looking at Lan Yutang with an angry face, as if he didn't know what was going on, and as if he didn't know what to say.

He just covered his left cheek, and his expression immediately stiffened, just looking at Lan Yutang, at a loss, and said expectantly: You...... You......

Lan Yutang slowly stopped, bent down to help up the green silk silver qin that Jing Zhaomei fell to the ground, supported the ground at one end, and supported the other end with one hand, swirling the immortal jade flute that was as red as blood and as gorgeous as a rose, and stared at Jing Zhaomei, the expression on his face didn't know whether it was anger or calm.

He sighed slightly, looked at Shang Tiandao, who had collapsed on the ground and was already half dead, watched as the diamond-like ice chips slowly froze his body into a thousand-year-old ice coffin, and then looked at the leader who had been sealed in the coffin of the stars and his energy was almost exhausted.

The green silk silver piano stood between the two of them, and the sharp raindrops beat the strings, making a monotonous sound of "ding", "ding", "ding", "ding", "ding".

Lan Yutang put his hands behind his back, his eyes fell on Jing Zhaomei's face again, his voice was solemn and serious, and he said in a deep voice: I haven't seen you for a year, and your martial arts have improved a lot.

Jing Zhaomei suddenly stood up from the tall fir tree against his back, took a step forward, as if to say something, and then, the hand covering his left cheek was lowered, and his head was lowered.

His originally proud and handsome head could not utter a word, but slowly lowered its head until it was buried in the endless night rain, turning into eternal silence.

Lan Yutang looked at him, his tightly knit eyebrows slowly stretched out again, and then, turning his back, letting the pouring rain above his head slowly fall, washing away his even colder nerves.

The anger that had been suppressed was all concentrated on the fist behind him, and the immortal jade flute that was as red as blood and as gorgeous as a rose exuded a demonic aura.

Then, together they return to tranquility.

Lan Yutang raised his head slightly, and said slowly: It's another continuous rainy season, do you remember the rain five years ago, just like now, pouring down, almost crushing people's souls.

Jing Zhaomei's beautiful face like a big girl suddenly swelled up, and her expression became excited, as if she was caught in a memory, and said:

Of course I can't forget that rain, I will never forget it for the rest of my life, I remember that it was the first time I walked out of Hongmen and stepped into the rivers and lakes in anger after learning that Hong Hui killed my biological parents.

After running wildly in the rain for a day and a night, he unfortunately met the opponent of Hongmen, and was chased and killed for three days and three nights, although he was lucky to get rid of the tracking, but he was seriously injured, and staggered and lost his path in a semi-comatose state, and strayed into the entrance of the cliff.

I continued to run unnoticed, and one accidentally tripped over a rock under my feet and scurried towards the cliff.

I'm about to fall off a cliff and break to pieces.

Just when I was ready to step on the Yellow Spring, suddenly a pair of hands reached out from the top of the cliff and grabbed my frightened, lost, and self-pitying hand.

In that night rain, those hands not only saved my life, but also healed me at the expense of their true strength, and even taught me a kung fu and taught me a hand of green silk and silver qin.

In this lonely and helpless world, in this rivers and lakes full of coldness, for me, who has been lonely and autistic since I was a child, the white cloud swordsman Jing Yunfei, that is, my biological father, gave me essence blood and gave me a physical body, but you, the immortal phoenix Lan Yutang, gave me life.

Over the years, my feelings for you have been more than just gratitude, but more respect for you like a god and like an elder.

Lan Yutang put his hands behind his back, withdrew his gaze from the gray-blue sky, looked at Jing Zhaomei, and suddenly sighed embarrassedly, and said:

However, there is one thing you are wrong, at that time, I taught you the green silk silver qin, and even ignited you to reach the highest state of the green silk silver qin, the forgiveness of the goddess of Tianqin is not to let you kill people, but to let you wash away all the hatred in your heart, and what you want to forgive is not someone else, but yourself.

Jing Zhaomei's body trembled suddenly, like a lightning strike, and said in a deep voice: What?

Lan Yutang watched the autumn rain like a huge wave knocking on the trunk of the fir tree, watched the rain line like a sharp arrow sharply penetrate the ground, and said slowly:

Will you feel a sense of déjà vu in this rain?